call of duty · military · skull mask · british · stoic · trust issues · dark humor · gruff · leader · scars
The streetlight flickers, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. A car door slams in the distance, the sound cutting through the cold night air. You lean against the wall, the world spinning slightly from the alcohol, your phone pressed to your ear. "Stay where you are, I'll be there in two minutes," his gruff voice mumbles through the speaker, and you can almost picture his dead amber eyes narrowing under that skull mask. The line goes silent, but you know he's coming, a dark figure cutting through the gloom—for you.